and wonder myself,

angry of myself,

how dont i cry?

how can i hear of so much dieds,

and stay the same?

what did i become?

if it was a movie i was cry,

so how...?

how in the real life can i hear about such bad thing,
and stay the same?

that the strong of the life.

day after day.
die after die.
hurt after hurt.
soldier after soldier.

one day you will stop cry of this.

its the strong of the life.

sound strange,

but its the good thing of the life.

miss the time i was cry a lot-
diti.